Theirs was a passion driven by vengeance, a hatred spawned in the aftermath of war.
He had taken all she held dear and she had sworn to use any ploy to steal it back. Yet never did she dream that the lure of her beautiful innocence would unleash reckless desires between sworn enemies. She had come to destroy him.
Instead, she was helpless in his powerful embrace. He dared not trust her, yet her spirited beauty touched his very soul with yearning. And as passions mounted, the tears and fury of war would be forgotten, lost in the ecstasy of surrender.